Detonator (Aka Trife)

Tonedeff

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    I am the epitome of mentally fit lyrical wizardry
    Fear the ability, making miracles appear to you vividly
    With an affinity within me willing to deal every enemy penalties
    You're over the line, cause you crossed me like symmetry
    You're that pussy, cat that's finicky like Morris
    Serving ya' plate, but every inning you're scoreless
    Making ya' day like Doris, I'll put you away for good like storage
    My formula's more of a sure thing than a whore It's:
    Shorten your life-span with a verse and a chorus
    I'm certain to floor kids, the minute I rip the curtains before us
    Asserting the forces of nature, burning ya' forest
    Even hurling sterling performers twirling towards the camera lenses of
    discerning tourists observing the horrors
    As they take it all in like porous surfaces
    Spurting these murderous lyrical scourges
    Cause I'm a purist and you're TRIFE life is purposeless
    Just give it up, like slutty mannequins, you're a fake fuck
    It seems you lost all your sense like Helen Keller going bankrupt
    I'm pitch shifting, making your facial display change up
    Detaching your superfluous pieces like pay stubs
    You didn't take nuff precaution
    Stepping to Tonedeff is like calling out Irish motherfuckers in Boston
    I'm hunting you down for goodwill, my game is out there
    You couldn't rock in your grandma's house chair
    My syntax rearranges your flesh like skin grafts
    The odds of you winning are slimmer than Ally McBeal on Slimfast
    You're like them other actresses
    I'm tighter than 4 virgins in solitary confinement
    with hymens as THICK as rubber mattresses
    With asses split to make a perfect fit- like a cock in you
    I only play your shit to remind me what not to do
    I'm executing verses you thought were impossible
    From the JUMP, you were merely a hoppable obstacle
    Stick ya' like Popsicle's, in lines you stand in back of me
    On tracks, you couldn't bust a nut
    while a slamming a hammer in the Planters factory
    I'm seedier that your papi, you're a flower, son
    Your hour's come in a plastic bag, just watch me devour some
    Your delusions of power's done, cause each and all believe you need to fall
    So, I be torching up ya bleeding walls like Seton Hall
    Deleting beats and knocking your skull into a handy coffin
    So don't be shocked when you're the man on the moon like Andy Kaufman
    You'll be deader than Bambi's mom when the brush went up in smoke
    You're shit's cheesier than the state of Wisconsin
    Yo, fate is a consonant; cause, "AE!!", I-O-U nothing
    You've just been 'disem-voweled' as I've been rocking shit
    You know the difference between you and a dog's life?
    Yo, Eventually with training a dog'll be nice

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